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Oh, my heart.

Sorry for the double post. I just watched Dear Zachary: A Letter To A Son About His Father and my heart is just aching. It's incredibly painful, and it's incredibly beautiful, too. I feel weird about recommending it, because it will really devastate a few of you. But amidst all the hurt and shock and horror lie two people that are the kind of parents I dream of being. I think they're the kind of parents we all (me especially) wish we had. If you have parents like that, you don't know how lucky you are.

You can read about it here, but I went in blind to this story. I don't know if that's best or not. Disabling comments, because I'm really just shattered. [I'm a complete tender boob when it comes to parenting and kids, I make no apologies for that.] And I now have another cause to support.



Are You Actually

Reading this? I'm just curious. Because that's really detail-oriented of you. Feel free to stop reading. But you can see that there's more here, so are you going to keep reading? Really? That's pretty dedicated. I'm impressed. No, really. I'm not being sarcastic, why do you get like that? See, this is the problem I have with your mother - yes. YES. I'm going there. It's time we put all of our cards on the table.

I love you, why are you doing this? After all we've been through? You don't have to be like this. You know, still reading. You could be baking a pie. And then sharing it with me.

Time Wot It Is

April 2017
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